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TO MY DARLING 

—AND — 

OTHER POEMS 



BY 

FERDINAND H. LOHMANN 




BROADWAY PUBLISHING CO. 
835 BROADWAY, N. Y. 

iNEW YORK 



Copyright, 19 io, 
By 

F. H. LOHMANN. 



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To 

My old maternal friend, 

Mrs. Caroline Sack Heggi, 

Home for the Aged, 

Des Moines, Iowa, 

This Book 

Is affectionately dedicated. 



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TO MY DARLING 

Thou Art the World to Me . . 
In Her Album . . . 
Darling, Good-bye . . 
Happy Days .... 
Thou Art Near . . . 
I Think of Her All Day 

TRANSLATIONS 

Song 

Zuleikha 

Throw Aside the Veil 

Song .... 

If I Were the Sun 

Song 

The Greeting of Flowers ...» 

The Little Cot 

Happiness 

Farewell, My Love 

Song 

When Two Hearts Part Forever . 

To a Messenger 

Love-Song 

MISCELLANEOUS POEMS 

Immortality . . 
Woman's Voice . 
May Song . . . 
Our Country's Flag 
The Flag I Love 
Texas .... 
Travis's Last Address 



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Contents 

TRANSLATIONS 

Longing for Home 53 

Dear Native Land, Good-bye ,...., 54 

Farewell Song 55 

Beware of the Rhine .57 

Mother and Child 59 

Recognition 60 

How a Mother Is Praying for Her Child . . 62 

Grandmother and Grandchild 64 

Fit Companions 66 

Fair Rohtraut 67 

Song 69 

Sighing for Spring 70 

Birdie's Question 71 

Praise of Spring 72 

New-born Spring 73 

Maybells and the Flowers 75 

May Song 77 

The Haze 79 

The Oakwood 80 

Brevities 81 

A Telegram 82 

Love 83 

Determination 84 

From Logau 85 

From Rueckert 86 



TO MY DARLING, 



THOU ART THE WORLD TO ME. 

The hawthorns are in blossom, 

The flowers deck the lea; 
I do not care for flowers — 

I only think of thee. 
Thou'rt lovelier than flowers 

That deck the sunny lea; 
My darling, O my darling, 

Thou art the world to me. 

The birdies fill the greenwoods 

With merry songs of glee; 
I do not care for birdies, 

I only think of thee. 
Thy voice by far is sweeter 

Than birdies' song of glee; 
My darling, O my darling. 

Thou art the world to me. 



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The sunshine lies on meadows, 

The golden gleam I see; 
I do not care for sunshine, 

I only think of thee. 
Thy glances dim the sunshine 

That brightens flow'ry lea; 
My darling, O my darling, 

Thou art the world to me. 

The young folks spring are praising, 

And woo 'neath shady tree; 
I do not care for springtime, 

I only think of thee. 
There is no spring without thee, 

Without thy smiles of glee; 
My darling, O my darling. 

Thou art the world to me. 



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IN HER ALBUM. 

The roses blush when they behold thy beauty, 
The sun shines brighter when he sees thee 
smile ; 

And love and joy thy footsteps follow, 
And happy dreams the heart beguile; 

O cornel Let all enjoy such happy dream- 
ing, 
Start In each heart sweet love's effulgent 
flame. 
And through thy captivating beauty 
The glory of our Lord proclaim. 



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DARLING, GOOD-BYE. 

Good-bye, my sweet darling, good-bye. 
We love each other so fondly and well, 
If ever we'll meet again, who can tell? 
Oh, cruel the fate which now drives us apart, 
And bitter the woe that is smiting the heart. 
Thy rapturous smiles and thy glances so 

bright 
Illumined life's pathway with heavenly light. 
Farewell, O my darling, thou sun of my life. 
Away I must wander and face the world's 

strife! 
Good-bye, my sweet darling, good-bye. 

Good-bye, my sweet darling, good-bye. 
I never knew joy which thou didst not share, 
Thy presence made beauteous things more 

fair. 
The dazzling bright sun, he waxed dim in 
!• the skies. 

Whenever I saw not thy luminous eyes. 
The earth lost its beauty, the world had no 

joys. 
When hushed thy bewitching, melodious 

voice. 

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Farewell, O my darling, thou joy of my 

heart, 
Fate tears us asunder, farewell, we must 

part. 
Good-bye, my sweet darling, good-bye. 



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HAPPY DAYS. 

My darling, when I think of thee 

And of the golden time, 
When both our hearts were full of glee, 

And life was in its prime; 
Then spring again the founts of joy 

From all their hidden rills. 
And happiness without alloy 

The heart with rapture fills. 

happy days! O joyous times! 
When we were young and gay, 

The birdies taught us tuneful rhymes, 
Joy dripped from ev'ry spray. 

The flowers beamed with happiness 
Whene'er thy face they spied. 

Ah, ne'er before such loveliness 
They in the world descried. 

And when we went through dewy glade, 
Thy face with smiles so bland; 

1 saw it mirrored in each blade. 

That decked the verdant land. 
The babbling brook its waters stayed 
To watch thy beauty rare. 

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It nowhere had in flow'ry glade 
E'er seen a maid so fair. 

Within the sturdy oak tree's shade 

We rested from our walk, 
I with thy silken tresses played, 

The mouths refused to talk. 
With throbbing heart and burning face 

My lips on thine I pressed, 
Well sheltered by my arm's embrace, 

Thou rested on my breast. 

The streams of joy that circle earth, 

To us their fullness brought, 
With notes of Heaven's purest mirth. 

The coaxing breeze was fraught. 
O happy days! O joyous times! 

When hearts were full of glee; 
We daily sang the little rhymes 

I coined in praise of thee. 



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THOU ART NEAR. 

Ah, once only I held thy yielding hands in 

mine, 
And my trembling arm thy graceful form 

encircled! 
But ne'er shall I forget the magic of thy 

touch. 
The sombre cloud that hitherto had veiled 
The vaulted orb of Heaven rent in twain. 
A celestial, admiring glare broke dazzling 

through 
The blue abyss, and with a supernal beauty 
It clothed the animated mundane objects, 
As if God, Himself, had left His throne on 

high. 
And wrapped all things in garments of His 

glory. 
Ah I How sanctified the earth appeared. 
When thou wast near, and things enchanted 

stood 
In mute admiration of thy unearthly beauty. 
The stately trees stooped low and vied 
To spy the glory which thy form sent forth. 
The blushing, queenly roses hid themselves 

for shame 



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At their insignificance of which they now 

became aware. 
The little flowers opened wide their adoring 

eyes 
That thy resplendent presence might enhance 

their beauty. 
The purling spring, the mirror of thy bright- 
ness, 
Reluctantly bade farewell to his furrowed 

home. 
And made moist his banks with tears of 

bitter sorrow. 
That he, departing, would no more behold 

thy radiant form. 
And when thou openest wide thy luminous 

eyes. 
Those heavenly, seraphic spheres of thine, 
The sun itself grew pale with envy; 
For all things shone with so divine a lustre 
Ne'er known before; none e'er beheld so 

sublime a glance. 
The smiles that parted thy rubin-colored 

Elysian lips 
Fell back reflected from every illumined 

nook 
Which caught the radiance of thy rapturous 

smile. 
Thy voice long held imprisoned in thy rose- 
ate bosom's depth, 

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At last awoke, and gave birth to thousand 
melodies « 

Before unheard on earth, known only to the 
winged seraphs 

That enliven spheres unknown to earth-born 
beings. 

The wind that had gone to rest into his dis- 
tant lair. 

Awoke and stirred the towering trees, the 
gleesome birds, the gorgeous flowers, 

And filled the air with endless echoes of thy 
song. 

One by one when the magic spell was broken 

Into which thy bewitching voice had thrown 
them, 

They filled the earth with praises of thy 
supernal lay. 

Even the poor, dumb rocks took up the ma- 
jestic sound, 

And vibrated audibly their adoration In the 
astonished air. 

Where'er I go, where'er I rest, all things 
portray thy godlike form to me. 

Where'er I close my eyes, the air is filled 
with echoes of thy voice. 

How, then, can I forget? If thou be far 

In company with angels that add new graces 
to thy beauty, 

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The harbingers of love, the voluptuous 

winds, 
Breathe words of love into my enraptured 

ear: 
I see thy form, I hear thy voice; thou art 

near. 



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I THINK OF HER ALL DAY. 

She is the object of my song, 

I think of her all day; 
Of her I dream the whole night long, 

Although she's far away. 

The roses bloom, the birds rejoice, 

I think of her all day; 
Where'er I go, I hear her voice. 

Although she's far away. 

The hours will come, the hours will flee, 

I think of her all day; 
In darkest night her face I see, 

Although she's far away. 

If she be near, if she be far, 

I think of her all day; 
For aye she'll be my guiding-star, 

Although she's far away. 



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TRANSLATIONS. 
SONG. 

(VOLKSLIED.) 

The sun shines so wondrous bright, 

'TIs sweet to roam; 
Yet far brighter the sunshine 

At my sweet love's home. 

The golden stars scintillate 

From the blue dome; 
Yet far brighter they glisten 

At my sweet love's home. 

So I shall not wander more, 

Shall cease to roam; 
For most beautiful It Is 

At my sweet love's home. 



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ZULEIKHA. 

(BODENSTEDT.) 

Not with angels in azure heaven's reign, 
Not with roses on fragrant flow'ry plain, 
E'en not with the sun's dazzling golden 

glare, 
Zuleikha, my love, I shall compare. 

For the bosoms of angels true love scorn, 
Under blossoms of roses lurks the thorn, 
And the sun hides at night its dazzling glare, 
Zuleikha, with these, I'll not compare. 

Within earth and blue heaven's wide do- 
main. 

The eyes search for things to match her in 
vain; 

Without thorns, full of love, and lasting 
glare, 

With herself alone, I can her compare. 



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THROW ASIDE THE VEIL. 

(BODENSTEDT.) 

Throw aside the veil I Why hid'st thou thy 

face? 
Doth the flower of the garden hide its grace? 
And has God not made thee, hke the flower 

fair, 
To embellish the earth with thy beauty rare? 
Created He this beauty, this brilliancy. 
To see it perish in gloomy obscurity? 

Throw aside the veil ! Let the world be 
aware. 

That upon earth, like thou, no maiden so 
fair! 

Let thy eyes with heart-stirring lustre beam, 

Let the blandest smiles from thy rosy lips 
gleam. 

Let, fair one, no other shroud hide thee from 
sight 

As the veil in which shrouds thee the dark- 
ness of night. 

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Throw aside the veil 1 Such a face ne'er saw 
At Stambul the harem of the padishah' — 
Ne'er were two eyes so bright and fair 
Embordered by the lashes' long silken hair- 
Then throw aside the veil, and let thy eye's 

glance 
Bring thee new triumphs, the beholder en- 
trance. 



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SONG. 
(Hahn-Hahn.) 

Ahl if thou wert my dear one, 
I'd love no one but thee; 
Deep in my heart I'd cherish 
Thee only, only thee. 
And all my happiness and glee 
I only in thy eyes would see. 

Ah! if thou wert my dear one, 
How bright the world would be; 

No other thought I'd cherish, 
Then still to gaze at thee; 

And absorbed in my heart's glee 
The world I would forget to see. 

Ah! if thou wert my dear one, 
Till I had closed my e'e, 

Above I would be saying 
On through eternity: 

"In Heaven's range there is no glee, 
If I, my love, thy eyes not seel" 



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IF I WERE THE SUN. 

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If I were the bright sun, 
Thou wouldst walk in an ocean of light, 

While round thee, beloved one. 
All should grope in the darkness of night. 



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SONG. 

(Heine.) 

Thou art like a flower, 

So sweet and pure and fair; 

I view thee, and deep sadness 
Now fills my heart with care. 

I feel as if God's blessing 
For thee I should entreat, 

And p'^ay, that He might keep thee, 
So fair and pure and sweet. 



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THE GREETING OF FLOWERS. 
(Goethe.) 

The wreath that I have sent thee, 
Greets thee a thousand times I 
How often I have bent me, 
Ah, many thousand times ! 
With it in thoughts I've blent thee, 
A hundred thousand times. 



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THE LITTLE COT. 

(Gleim.) 

I only have a little cot; 
It stands upon a meadow-lot, 
Beside a brook that's fair to see, 
Come, go into the hut with me ! 

Near the low hut stands a tall tree, 
For which thou scarce the hut canst see; 
And it protects from storm and rain 
All those that In the hut remain. 

Upon a bough the nightingale 
Sings of his love the sweetest tale; 
And all who pass along that way, 
Remain to listen to his lay. 

Now, maiden with the flaxen hair, 
With whom I long my joy to share, 
O come, for rough winds shake the tree; 
Come, go into the hut with me. 



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HAPPINESS. 

(Hoffmann von Fallersleben.) 

In ev'ry house where love resides, 
There brightest sunshine, too, abides, 
And though it be a lowly cot. 
Yet spring will not forget this spot. 

Fair spring, the lowly cot will greet 
With living green and flowers sweet, 
She places joy in chests and tills, 
With joy she our glasses fills. 

And when at the last ev'ning-ray 
Death to our door shall find his way, 
We gladly then extend our hand, 
He leads us to a better land. 



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FAREWELL, MY LOVE. 

(Baumbach.) 

Farewell, my love ! the morn is near; 
Farewell, for we must sever- — 
A bitter thing is parting, dear, 
Bedewed It is with sorrow's tear. 
Farewell, sweet love, forever. 

On me bestow a smile of glee, 

Before we part forever. 
Ah ! much thy love has done for me. 
And gladly would I stay with thee — 

Farewell, sweet love, forever. 

Near yonder brook the willows grow, 

Their branches weeping ever — 
A leaflet whirls to earth below, 
Who knows, ah, whither it will blow. 
Farewell, sweet love, forever. 



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SONG. 

(VOLKSLIED.) 

Dear one, I go ! Parting gives woe I 
Now then, while I must part, 
Kiss me, before I start. 
Dear one, I go ! Parting gives woe ! 

Dear one, I go ! Parting gives woe 1 

Thy love for me retain. 

True to thee I remain. 

Dear one, I go ! Parting gives woe ! 

Dear one, I go ! Parting gives woe I 
Weep not thy eyes full red. 
We e'en not part, when dead. 
Dear one, I go I Parting gives woe I 



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WHEN TWO HEARTS PART FOR- 
EVER. 

(Geibel.) 

When two hearts part forever, 

That love each other well, 
Such grief as this does never 

In other bosoms dwell. 
Ah! How the word sounds sad and drear; 

Farewell, farewell, forever, dear. 
When two hearts part forever, 

That love each other well. 

When I was well assured 

Love would no longer stay. 
The golden sun grew lurid. 

To night was changed the day. 
With accents clear it struck my ear: 

Farewell, farewell, forever, dear. 
When I was well assured 

Love would no longer stay. 

My spring of life is flowing 
Adown time's mystic stream; 

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For lips that once were glowing, 
With smiles no longer gleam, 

This single word they spoke so clear: 
Farewell, farewell, forever, dear. 

My spring of life is flowing 
Adown time's mystic stream. 



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TO A MESSENGER. 

(VOLKSLIED.) 

If you to my sweet love come, 
Say: I send my greeting; 
If she ask you: how I fare? 
Say: That I am fleeting; 
If she ask you: if I'm sick? 
Say: I died of sorrow; 
If she then begin to cry, 
Say: I'd come to-morrow. 



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LOVE-SONG. 
(Geibel.) 

From many things derive we pleasure, 
So many things us solace bring, 
The heaven with its robe of azure, 
The flowers of the verdant spring. 
But do I know a greater treasure, 
Than worldly joy in boundless measure. 
Or flowers and the azure sky; 
To nourish in this world's commotion 
A sweet and genuine devotion, 
Revealed alone to Heaven's eye. 

To whom such blessing was conceded, 
Let him be glad and full of cheer, 
Tranquility his bosom greeted, 
Amid fierce turmoil's v/ild career. 
When by affliction he is haunted, 
'Mid sorrow's pangs he stands undaunted, 
Love is his firm retreat and shield, 
She guides him through life's complica- 
tions. 
Through heart-corroding tribulations, 
Sees flowers bright on snowy fields. 

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In vain we seek on paths delusive 
True love among this world's distress, 
Like dew from heaven's wave effusive 
Springs love, enhanced by God's caress, 
Like odor by the wind is wafted, 
The moon in silver cloud Is rafted 
At night across the starry sky; 
Receive not love with looks redoubted, 
But greet with humbleness devouted 
The messenger of God on high. 

With love there comes an apprehension, 
A dreaming, longing unaware. 
With joy you must bear wild contention, 
Till love has fallen to your share. 
With noble purpose efficacious, 
Subdue your selfishness pervacious. 
Self-love dethrone without demur; 
Then is your life well consecrated, 
The God-born essence animated 
Will be your cheerful congener. 

Of all supernal gifts designed 
To bless the earth-born son of man, 
Love was by God's device assigned 
To hold our self-love under ban; 
O, glad receiving, sweet combining, 
Mutual love now intertwining. 
To lose is here the greatest gain! 

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By giving kinder thoughts are leared, 

By taking purer joys are reared, 

Love rends her heart without complaint. 

In your face her sweet smiles are beaming, 
In her kind eyes your tears do flow; 
And all your striving, longing, dreaming, 
If yours, if hers, who darest to know. 
As if two bushes were converging. 
From which young roses are emerging 
Of glossy colors, red and white; 
We can not trace the stems maternal 
For which the roses spring fraternal, 
We only see the flowers bright. 

Forth from the fount of life Is rushing 

A lucid spring of sweetest joy. 

The heaven-aspiring fount is gushing 

Eternal youth without alloy. 

The flowers of love will rise victorious, 

Powers of youth will lead us glorious 

As victors through our earthly strife. 

In vain will death exhaust its quiver. 

On love's firm shield his missiles shiver; 

Love gains for us Immortal life. 



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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 



IMMORTALITY. 

No noble thought, no noble deed, will 'die. 
Forever will they live, forever inspire 
Mankind to greater deeds, to higher spheres 

of life. 
On Calvary Hill a Martyr breathed his last 

breath 
Amid a brutal rabble's howl and scoff. 
He did not die. His spirit lives. His words 

and deeds since then 
Have cheered and exalted countless people 
To realms of love and thought not known 

before. 
His words still echo through the avenues of 

ages. 
And hearts of millions now thrill with a 

heroic spirit, 
To face untold torments, and even death. 
In spreading wide His words of kindness and 

of love. 
No noble thought, no noble deed will die. 

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No woman's voice was heard to rile the 

Martyr's heart; 
No hand she lifted to augment His torture. 
She stood there, with weeping eyes, applying 

balm of love 
To bosom torn and bleeding with affliction's 

woe. 
Is her deed lost? Ah, no! Numberless 

Marias, 
Animated and made strong by her divine 

compassion. 
Mete out with ample hands their boundless 

innate wealth, 
And streWi seeds of burning thoughts and 

supernal love. 
To be garnered by harvesters unborn now, 
Mankind will continue its triumphal march 
As long as from woman's heart leaps forth 
The inspiring flame of a grand and noble 

sacrifice, 
And lights in men's bosoms an imperishable 

longing 
To feed their souls with thoughts of Fleav- 

enly mould. 
No noble thought, no noble deed will die. 

The little birds that enliven solitudes 
And untiringly pour forth their gleesome 
melodies, 

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Not knowing If their tuneful lays will vibrate 
In a conscious breast alive with a celestial 

fire; 
The small flowers that adorn the dells and 

glens 
And breathe sweet incense in the balmy air, 
Unheedful they are if their enticing beauty 
Ever brings gladness to a mortal soul; 
The thousand melodies of the forest's 

winged denizens, 
The graceful beauty that springs forth from 

earth's prolific lap; 
Are these for naught? Ask the Ettrick 

Shepherd and the Ayrshire Plowman, 
Their souls those heavenly messages caught 
And coined the notes and beauty into songs 
That will awake immortal strains in hearts 

of future bards. 
No noble thought, no noble deed will die. 

Icarus boldly spread his artful pinions 

And soared upward into the shining blue 

abyss. 
What mattered it that short his lofty flight 
And failure and death the reward he met? 
To-day Icaruses rise in every land; 
A Zeppelin triumphantly now skims the 

aerial heights, 

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Take courage, then ! Aim high I Dare, do, 

and, if need be, die! 
Thy daring, noble deed and short-spanned 

life. 
In a kindred breast may fan a holy spark, 
Till it will burst into flames of dazzling 

brightness 
And illuminate an astounding and applaud- 
ing world. 
'Tis better far to be a short-lived meteor. 
Whose glaring gleam attracts the eyes of 

multitudes, 
And leads them to behold the wonders of the 

starry skies, 
Than to live for centuries, tortoise-like, in 

dark ocean's slime. 
No noble thought, no noble deed will die. 

They do not die who are ordained by fate 
To dwell in lowly hut, in narrow vale, 
And who daily season their small crumbs 

with bitter tears. 
Their brave endurance, and divine fealty to 

duty, 
A benign sunshine cast in other hearts. 
And uplift some sufferers' souls to purer at- 
mospheres. 
No tear is shed in vain; a sacred mission is 
its lot. 

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It floods away all stains that mar the beauty 

of the soul, 
And purifies the spirit for the holy work, 
To brighten other lives and lead the way to 

realms 
Of everlasting sunshine and eternal bliss. 
Although thy life is spent in lonely vale, 

grieve not, 
If there is one soul whom thou canst guide 

to starry heights, 
And beautify his humble life with joyful 

visions. 
No noble thought, no noble deed, will die. 



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WOMAN'S VOICE. 

(After reading Watson's "The Woman 
With The Serpent's Tongue".) 

A woman's voice! How soft and mild, 
When, o'er the couch of weeping child, 
A mother bends with loving eyes 
And wakes the echoes of the skies 
With slumber songs so sweet and clear, 
That on this circling mundane sphere 
No music can approach the voice 
Which causes Angels to rejoice. 
Soon lulled by the enchanting tone, 
To land of dreams the child has flown. 

Is there a voice whose music clear 
Can deeper ravish human ear. 
And bind the hearer with its charms. 
As when, with blushing cheeks, her arms 
A maid around her lover flings 
And coyly breathes her whisperings 
Of confidence and heartfelt love? 
No messenger from realms above 
Has such a sweet and tender voice 
And brings to hearts more purer joys, 
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within a room of little space, 
With pallid cheeks and haggard face, 
Upon a couch of comfort bare 
A suff'rer lies with vacant stare. 
Who rouses him from stupor's dream, 
Restores to eyes their vivid gleam? 
A woman, with a voice as mild 
As the first lisps of little child. 
To him who on the couch there lies, 
It sounds like tunes from Paradise. 

Of all the men who people led, 

With mental wealth our souls have fed, 

To their Inquiring, searching eyes, 

A mother pointed to the skies. 

"Advance," she cried, "when cowards 

shrink, 
You'll reach the shining far-off brink — 
Give birth to thoughts of love and grace, 
Eternity can not efface. 
Immortal deeds wrought by your hand 
Shall shower blessings on each land!" 

Thus, women's voices powers wield 

To which we all in homage yield, 

They speed the thoughts that bless our 

life. 
And soften brutal earthly strife. 
Woe to the land, where God's best gift 

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Does not to higher level lift 

The men who, sunk in lust and gain, 

Refuse to join in the refrain: 

"To starry heights the guide is she I 

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MAY SONG 

Come away, come away I 
Come and greet our glorious May, 
Where the little birds are singing 
And the copse with flowers is gay, 
Where the lily bells are swinging 
And with notes of joy are ringing; 
Beauty heralds glorious May. 

Come away, come away! 

Come and greet our glorious May. 

Hark! Young spring the woods is filling 

With his tuneful heavenly lay. 

And fresh joy in hearts instilling 

That with bitter woes are thrilling; 

Come and hail our glorious May! 



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OUR COUNTRY'S FLAG. 

Our country's flag, a glorious sight 

Whene'er it passes by; 
Its folds, bright in the sunny light, 

Cheer the admiring eye. 

And ev'ry cap flies in the air 

That rings with loud huzza I 
Where is a sight that is as fair? 

Our glorious flag — hurrah I 

Thou art the emblem of the free, 

Of valor and of right; 
Whene'er thy folds in war we see, 

It is in righteous fight. 

Beneath thy folds our fathers stood 
And faced oppression's wrongs; 

For freedom's cause they shed their blood, 
While singing joyous songs. 

Thou glorious flag! O, mayst thou wave 

Forever o'er the land, 
Forever foul oppression brave 

For right and freedom stand! 



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THE FLAG I LOVE. 

Thou flag of my great native land, 

My heart I give to thee; 
On earth there waves no other flag 

That Is so dear to me. 

Thy stars led on the heroes brave 

To everlasting fame; 
Forever is their glory bright 

Entwineth with thy name. 

My love to thee shall speed me on 

To deeds of high renown, 
If It need be, like Warren bold, 

To wear a martyr's crown. 

Then wave, dear flag, and cheer the 
hearts 

As In the days of yore; 
And with immortal thoughts fill thou 

The hearts for evermore. 



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TEXAS. 

My home I Is there another land 

That such rich beauties shows 
As thou, when Spring with lavish hand 

His garment o'er thee throws? 
Thy prairies wide sweet incense yield 

Of flowers wondrous fair, 
The virgin bloom in Eden's field 

Had not such beauty rare. 
Thy crystal streams and sunny vales, 

They make the sad heart light; 
Sweet songs resound in all thy dales 

Of birds with plumage bright. 

O, Texas ! There's no land like thou, 

Wherever I may roam. 
My life's best thoughts to thee I vow. 

To thee, my native home. 

When Eve, wrought by the hands of God, 

First greeted Adam's eye. 
Where'er her light step pressed the sod 

Sprang flowers of gorgeous dye. 
Thy daughters, Texas, are as fair 

As Eve in Paradise; 

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Where'er they go, joy from its lair 

In ecstasy will rise. 
They spread the glories of the skies, 

And happiness and love; 
The hearts will leap, and bright grow eyes 

With light from realms above. 

O, Texas ! There's no land like thou, 

Wherever I may roam, 
My life's best thoughts to thee I vow, 

To thee, my native home. 

Thy sons are worthy of their sires, 

Who died on freedom's field, 
They, too, aglow with kindred fires. 

The trusty steel will wield, 
Whene'er a haughty foe should dare 

To threaten our free land, 
To dangers they their bosoms bare 

And with a valiant hand 
They'll stem the tide of foeman's flood 

And raise the victor's cry; 
Or, like their sires, will spill their blood 

With smiling face and die. 

O, Texas ! There's no land like thou. 

Wherever I may roam, 
My life's best thoughts to thee I vow, 

To thee, my native home. 

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In Columbia's diadem 

That crowns her noble brow, 
The brightest and the purest gem, 

O, Texas, that art thou. 
There is no land where'er we go 

Beneath the azure dome, 
Which can us greater glories show 

Than thou, my own sweet home. 
Thy blooming vales with blessings beam, 

With storied wonders throng; 
They are the poets' fav'rite theme, 

The subject of their song. 

O, Texas 1 There's no land like thou. 

Wherever I may roam, 
My life's best thoughts to thee I vow, 

To thee, my native home. 



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TRAVIS'S LAST ADDRESS. 

The hour has come, the welcome hour, 

When we must give up life, 
And show the world how Texans die 

In Freedom's hallowed strife. 
No tyrant shall pollute these walls, 

As long as we can wield 
A rifle and a sabre keen, 

Within this gory field. 
Like Hale, one sad thought heaves my breast 

And grieves tshe heart of mine, 
That I have but one life to place 

On Freedom's holy shrine. 

Oh, never shall the smiling sun 

E'er usher in the day, 
When Texans will, for fear of death. 

Shrink back from righteous fray. 
At Freedom's call, they leave their work, — 

They come from shop and field, 
Like adamant in fight they stand 

And ne'er to dangers yield. 
No tyrant can defile this soil 

And devastate the land, 

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As long our waving flag Is borne 
By one heroic hand. 

But, lo ! The rosy tints of morn 

Announce the blazing sun, 
Whose setting we shall never see; 

Our work will then be done. 
Hark! The deguello's threatful notes 

Now strike my llst'ning ear; 
Their message brings to valiant hearts 

No thrilling sense of fear. 
A last good-bye! A last farewell! 

We'll to the ramparts hie, 
Defending Freedom's holy cause, 

No Texan fears to die! 



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TRANSLATIONS. 
LONGING FOR HOME. 

(DiEFFENBACH.) 

Though distant countries we may traverse, 
Reside upon remotest strand, — 

In deepest soul we'll hear resounding 
The magic song of Fatherland! 

And e'en when years away have circled. 
And broken is the strongest band, — 

We feel our hearts are firmly blended 
With longing for our Fatherland! 

And if our burden e'er be lightened 

By heavenly joy, where'er we stand,^ — 

We'll feel amid this joy of Eden, 
A longing for our Fatherland! 

It firmly holds our souls enfettered 
Unto its weird and silent band, 

Until, at length, we have succeeded 
To our eternal Fatherland, 



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DEAR NATIVE LAND, GOOD-BYE. 

(DiSSELHOFF.) 

Good-bye, thou my dear native land, 
Dear native land, good-bye! 

I now shall sail to foreign strand, 
Dear native land, good-bye ! 

And so with cheerful heart I sing. 

Like people sing, when wandering; 
Dear native land, good-bye! 

I see thy blue dome's smiling glee. 
Dear native land, good-bye! 

Thy greetings kind on field and lea ; 
Dear native land, good-bye! 

God knows to thee my heart doth fly. 

To foreign land I yet must hie. 
Dear native land, good-bye! 

Thou go'st with me, my river dear. 
Dear native land, good-bye ! 

Thou'rt sad, that I must part from here, 
Dear native land, good-bye ! 

From mossy stone at woody vale, 

I for the last time bid thee hail. 
My native land, good-bye. 



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FAREWELL SONG. 

(Kerner.) 

O pledge me the cup with the sparkling sweet 

wine I 
Farewell, I must part now, ye beloved ones 

mine; 
Farewell now, ye mountains, my fatherly 

home, 
Through far foreign countries my heart 

longs to roam. 

The sun will not long on the heaven remain, 
He wanders o'er land and the billowy main; 
The waves do not cleave to their native white 

strand, 
The storms, they are rushing with force 

through the land. 

The birds fly along with the hurrying cloud 
And sing in the distance their carols aloud; 
The wanderer roams through the countries 

with mirth 
To follow his mother, the wandering earth. 

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[The birds then will greet him o'er ocean's 
i white foam, 

They came from the fields of his dear native 
' home; 

The odorous flowers him lovingly hail 
As wafted from shore by the frolicsome 
gale. 

Ah! well know the birds his paternal old 

place, 
The flowers he planted his dear one to grace; 
And love, too, will follow, with gentle, mild 

hand. 
To home she will change the far-off foreign 

land! 



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BEWARE OF THE RHINE. 

(SiMROCK.) 

To the Rhine, to the Rhine, go not to the 
Rhine, 

My son, I counsel thee well. 
Life passes there in too sunny a shine, 

Strange feelings thy bosom will swell. 

There the maiden: are frank and the men 
are so free. 

Like people of royal descent; 
Thy soul all at once to the people will flee. 

Thou hailst it with perfect content. 

And the castles will greet when thou pass't 
in thy flight, 
And the place with the beautiful dome. 
In the mountains thou'lt climb on the giddy 
height, 
And view the silvery foam. 

In the stream there the mermaid will greet 
thee amain. 
And when thou her smiles didst behold, 

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And heardst Lurly sing her bewitching sweet 
strain, 
My son, then the charm is unfold. 

So enchanting the strain, so bewitching the 
shine, 
When Rapture holds thee in her arms; 
Forever thou'lt sing of the Rhine, of the 
Rhine! 
And home thou'lt forget o'er Rhine's 
charms. 



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MOTHER AND CHILD. 

(Sturm.) 

"O mother, why glisten so golden and dear 
The dark-brown eyes of sister dear? 
The golden balls glisten not half so bright 
On the Christmas-tree in the holy night!" 

"That sister's eyes glisten with golden sheen, 

Is caused by love, my child, I ween. 

Love dwells in her eyes, and its friendly 

beam 
Gives to eyes of sister their golden gleam." 

"I love you, dear mother, O quickly spy, 
If there's a bright beam in my eye !" 
'They glisten like gold!" "And mother dear, 
Your eyes are like sunshine, so golden and 
clear." 



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RECOGNITION. 

(VOGL.) 

A wanderer with a staff In his hand 
Comes home again from a foreign land; 
His hair Is dusty, sunburnt his face; 
Who will be the first his features to trace? 

He walks through the city's old well-known 

gate, 
At the toll-bar stands the tollman sedate. 
The tollman had been his trustiest friend. 
Quite often the goblet their souls did blend. 
But see, — friend tollman his features can't 

trace, 
The sun too deeply has darkened his face! 

Then onward passes with a formal greet 
The wanderer, and shakes the dust from his 

feet. 
At a window he sees his loved one dear: 
*'Thou lovely maiden, my heart gives thee 

cheer!" 

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But see, — ne'er the maid his features can 

trace, 
Too deeply the sun has darkened his face. 

Now onward along the street he then strolls, 
While over his brown cheek a tear-drop 

rolls. 
There steps his mother through the church- 
yard-door, 
"God greets thee!" — he murmurs and noth- 
ing more. 
But see, — the mother sobs aloud for Joy, 
"My son!" — and drops in the arms of her 

boy. 
How deeply the sun has darkened his face. 
The mother at once his features could trace ! 



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HOW A MOTHER IS PRAYING FOR 
HER CHILD. 

(Stolle.) 

The purest tone that through the world 

resounds, 
The purest beam that passes heaven's 

bounds, 
The hoHest of flowers now abloom. 
The holiest of flames that lighten gloom. 
You only will find them where meek and mild 
A mother sends up prayers for her child 1 

Ah I many tears on this dark earth are shed, 
Before the golden sun of life has fled; 
And many angels wander here below 
Commanded to number our eye-drops' flow; 
Yet purest tears still flow, where meek and 

mild 
A mother sends up prayers for her child I 

O see the cottage yonder still and low, 
And only lit by a dim candle's glow, 
So cheerless and forlorn it doth appear. 
And yet it is a place where God is near; 
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For in this lowly cot, so meek and mild 
A mother sends up prayers for her child 1 

O boldly call it an illusion sweet, 

Because God's messengers our eyes ne'er 

greet; 
But firmly I believe the message true, 
Although it came from land beyond our 

view: 
His angels we will find, where meek and 

mild 
A mother sends up prayers for her child I 



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GRANDMOTHER AND GRAND- 
CHILD. 

(Chamisso.) 

Days, now distant, haunt me, 

Visit me like dreams. 
Daughter of my daughter, 

Gladness from thee gleams. 
Now, before the weary 

Seeks the silent shore. 
On thy fresh young beauty 

I my blessing pour. 

I am weak and waning, 

Crowned with winter's snow, 
Was like thou so blithesome, 

Cheeks were all aglow. 
Loved, as thou now lovest, 

Was a blushing bride. 
Thou, too, wilt grow hoary, 

Lose thy youthful pride. 

Bosom well thy feelings. 
Hide them safe from sight; 
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Time will waste affection 

On its winged flight. 
Once I gave thee counsel, 

Did not speak amiss, 
Bliss we find in loving, 

Love alone is bliss. 

When my love departed, 

In his grave was laid, 
Truly did I cherish 

Love's affections staid. 
Though my heart was breaking. 

Courage I maintained, 
'Mid the snow of winter 

Love's pure flames sustained. 

Now, before the weary 

Seeks the silent shore. 
On thy fresh young beauty 

I my blessing pour: 
Is thy heart near breaking. 

Courage thou maintain; 
Love's affections linger, 

Mitigate thy pain. 



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FIT COMPANIONS. 
(Goethe.) 

A little flower 
Of lovely array 
In early Spring-time 
A meadow made gay. 

Unto its bosom 

A bee did flit, 

Oh surely, they must be 

[Two companions fit. 



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FAIR-ROHTRAUT. 

(MOERIKE.) 

name me king Ringang's daughter fair I 

Rohtraut, Fair-Rohtraut ! 
She is not sewing and spinning, pray, 
What is she doing the livelong day? 

She fishes and chases. 

1 wish I were her huntsman bold, 
Fishing and chasing give joy untold. 

— Impatient heart, be still I 

After a while it comes to pass, 

Rohtraut, Fair-Rohtraut. 
At Ringang's court the youth abides 
In hunter's dress a horse he strides 

To hunt with Fair-Rohtraut. 
O that I were of royal name! 
Rohtraut, Fair-Rohtraut my heart doth 
claim. 

— Impatient heart, be still! 

They rest now under an oaktree's shade, 

Then smiles Fair-Rohtraut: 
Why viewest thou me so lovingly? 

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Be bold, and kiss me heartily! 

Ah, the youth feels frighted I 
But then he thinks, 'tis granted me, 
And kisses Fair-Rohtraut with great glee. 

— Impatient heart, be still I 

Ah, silently they then rode home, 

Rohtraut, Fair-Rohtraut! 
The youth exults in his heart's glee; 
Shouldst thou to-day an empress be, 

I would not be mourning. 
Ye thousand leaves of the forest know: 
I kissed Fair-Rohtraut's lips aglow! 

— Impatient heart, be still! 



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SONG. 
(Heine.) 

Once an image sweet and lovely, 
Filled my life with splendor bright; 
But the lovely image vanished 
And left me to dreary night. 

When the children are in darkness, 
Evil phantoms on them throng, 
And to free their minds from anguish, 
They will sing a joyous song. 

Now, like children, I am singing 
In the night so dark and drear, 
Though the tunes are not amusing, 
Still they freed my heart from fear. 



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SIGHING FOR SPRING. 

(Platen.) 

The heaven is so clear and blue, 
O, that the earth were green I 
Cold blasts the winter's chill renew; 
How shimmers the snow ! O were it dew 
O, that the earth were green! 



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BIRDIE'S QUESTION. 

(Hoffmann von Fallersleben.) 

"Art thou here? Art thou here?" 

Yes, yes, my birdie dear! 

Fair spring is now here; 

Vanished at last have ice and snow, 

The sea reflects the sun's bright glow; 

The fields are green, 

Snow-drops are seen. 

Yes, yes, my birdie dear I 

Fair spring is now here. 

"Art thou here? Art thou here?" 

Yes, yes, my birdie dear! 

Fair spring is now here. 

On her behest now build thy nest — 

With leaves the woods will soon be blest. 

Spring will adorn 

With bloom the thorn. 

Yes, yes, my birdie dear I 

Fair spring is now here. 



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PRAISE OF SPRING. 

(Uhland.) 

Fields of green, violets fair, 
Sky-lark's warbling, blackbird's lay, 
Sun and rain and balmy airl 

When such words of joy I sing, 
Is there need of greater thing, 
To extol thee, vernal day? 



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NEW-BORN SPRING. 

(BODENSTEDT.) 

When the new-born spring the mount ascends 
And the snow melts under sun's warm cheer, 
When the tender bud its cover rends, 
And the first young leaves on trees appear- 
When have given way 
To the sunny ray 
Winter's anguish and the misty spray, 
Then from hill to dell 
Tuneful carols ring; 
O, how genial 
Is the new-born spring! 

When the glaciers yield to sun's hot rays. 
And from mountains high fresh fountains 

bound 
When the first young birds the meadows 

grace, 
And the woods with joyous songs resound— 
Zephyrs soft and sweet 
The green meadows greet, 
And the heavens smile with joy replete | 

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Then from hill to dell 
Tuneful carols ring; 
O, how genial 
Is the new-born spring. 

Was it not in new-born spring-time mild, 
When my heart thy heart by love restrained, 
And from thee, thou wondrous lovely child, 
I the first long kiss of love obtained? 

Through the woods around 

Joyous songs did sound, 
From the mountains high did fountains 

bound — 

And from hill to dell 

Did the carols ring: 

O, how genial 

Is the new-born spring. 



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MAYBELLS AND THE FLOWERS. 
(Hoffmann von Fallersleben.) 

The Maybells in the sunny vale 
Are chiming loud and clear: 

O come and dance, we bid you hail, 
O come, ye flowers dear! 

The flowers red and white and blue, 
They come, who could decline? 

Forget-me-not and Meadow-rue, 
Speedwell and Columbine. 

The Maybells play a merry tune. 
And then all join in dance; 

Her silver beam sends down the moon 
With a propitious glance. 

Quite grieved at this felt Mr. Rime, 

He went into the vale, 
He stopped the Maybell's merry chime, 

The flowers left the dale. 

But broken soon was Rime's ill spell, 
Then with their merry chime 

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The Maybells fill again the dell, 
Proclaim the festive time. 

At home I can no longer stay, 
I hear the Maybells call; 

Xhe flowers move in dances gay, 
I go to join the ball. 



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MAY-SONG. 

(Goethe.) 

How gleam with splendor 
The sun and lea, 

Nature is smiling 
Where'er I see ! 

Teeming with blossoms 

Is ev'ry spray, 
With thousand voices 

The copse is gay! 

And filled each bosom 
With joy and mirth. 

O bliss! O rapture! 
O sun! O earth! 

O love supernal. 
So golden bright. 

Like clouds at morning 
On yonder height! 

With bliss thou fillest 
The virgin fields 

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Now plains and meadows 
Their treasures yield. 

O maiden, maiden, 
How I love theel 

How thy eyes glisten I 
How thou iov'st me ! 

So love the sky-larks 
Sweet tunes and air, 

And morning-flowers 
The sun's first glare. 

As I adore thee 
With warm desire, 

Who gives me gladness 
And youth and fire. 

For merry dances. 
New songs of glee I 

Be ever happy! 

How thou Iov'st me I 



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THE HAZE. 

(Lenau.) 

Thou misty haze, why hide from sight 
The valley and the stream, 

The mountain with its greenwood bright, 
And ev'ry sunny beam. 

But while thou hid'st in thy domain 
The earth's glad hill and stream, 

Conceal as well what gives me pain, 
And ev'ry youthful dream. 



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THE OAKWOOD. 

(Lenau.) 

Into a gloomy oakwood's bowers 
I stepped, and there heard soft and mild 
A brooklet's voice among the flowers, 
Like prayers of a little child. 

And I was seized with solemn feeling 
The oaks did mystically sigh, 
As if they were glad news revealing 
Which yet my heart should not descry. 

As if they would unfold a story 
Of God's great love and potent will; 
But filled with awe of Heaven's glory, 
Now suddenly their voice grew still. 



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BREVITIES. 
Work and Play. 

There's time for work and time for play, 
There's time to be happy and gay. 
Stick to your work and conquer things, 
For life is short and time has wings. 



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A TELEGRAM. 

(To A Wedding.) 

Where'er your feet may chance to roam, 
Sweet love shall ever bless your home. 
Where'er you dwell there purest joy 
Shall cling to you without alloy. 



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LOVE. 

(Storm.) 

Ah, love is like a cradle-song, 

It lulls us with its tone, 
We fall asleep, then stops the song, 

And we awake alone. 



Co ^p Darling 



DETERMINATION. 
(Halm.) 

I will !— This word is mighty, 
If one speaks firm and still. 

It tears the stars from heaven, 
This single word: — I will! 



Co Qip Darling 



FROM LOGAU. 

1. Eyes, Ears, And Mouth. 
Eyes and ears, these are the windows 
And the mouth the portal small; 

If these op'nings be well guarded, 
Nothing shall pollute the hall! 

2. The Best Medicine. 
Temperance, joy and sweet repose, 
At the doctor the door will close. 

3. Enemies. 

Hatred, or love, or fear, or gain, surely 

we must often blame, 
When we walk not in virtue's paths and 

often purchase shame! 

4. Lending Money. 

He who has great wealth to lend, 
Will quite often lose a friend; 
For his friends will him forsake, 
If he back the money take. 

'5. Miser and Pig. 
A miser and a pig well fed 
Are useful first when they are dead. 

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FROM RUECKERT. 

1. Industry. 

Should sometimes at one's portal hunger 

show his face, 
Then industry at once will chase him from 

the place. 

2. Carelessness. 

A century it took to form the sturdy oaks, 
In one short hour we fell these trees by 
little strokes. 

3. Bad Books. 

Bad Books are those that no true pleasure 

bring, 
Though something they contain to which 

we cling. 

4. Praise. 

Should you lack courage to traduce the 

brave, 
Then overload with praise the crafty 

knave. 

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5. Censure. 

Censure always causes pain, but pungent 

is the woe, 
When one to himself must say: you well 

deserve the blow. 

6. The Rich and the Poor. 

The wealthy find a home wherever they 

may roam; 
The poor are alienates within their native 

home. 



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